International carnal relations,
At least in the east Asian nations,
At times involve tricks
With those damn little sticks
And consumption of uncooked crustaceans!
Month: December 2015
Animal husbandry
Quite a loner, it seemed, a recluse;
Just him, out on the farm, with his ewes,
Of whom one he was fond,
Brown-eyed, platinum blonde,
As one might, were a man in his shoes!
The other woman
Married, kids and a mortgage, I’m guessing,
She thought to herself, while undressing.
He loves me, of course,
But enough to divorce?
Being beautiful’s such a mixed blessing!
Opportunity cost
Although quickies weren’t much to his taste,
What a difficult choice he now faced;
A fuck, brief and intense,
Seemed like just common sense.
To not root her would be such a waste!
Drone
Her new chastity belt has two holes,
And a range of electrical poles,
Interchangeable cocks
With snap-fastening locks,
Which her husband remotely controls!
Bumping bellies
Belly dancing’s a curious thing;
Tassels, veils, a few bits of string,
A provocative dance
Done without any pants,
Trading favours for baubles and bling.
Rush hour
For some reason she couldn’t explain,
She was horny. Resistance was vain!
She’d come twice with her hand …
Would that man understand,
And just root her, right there on the train?
Unconditional
Pheromones: scents of which just a whiff
Makes a pussy wet, penises stiff,
And a fuck’s in the air,
Just a question of where.
Here? Now? Yours or mine? But not if!
Mouth-watering
He was not one to fuss, as a rule, over,
Make of himself a damn fool over
Some little slut.
That was very well, but
God! The bitch had a body to drool over!
Thin ice
If he wanted to fuck her, he could.
They’d talked lots about whether he should.
To not fuck her was mean;
She was almost sixteen …
If he wasn’t her Daddy, he would!